The Perils of Daylight Savings Time

I get to work everyday at 7:45, add 8 hours and that means I leave at 3:45. It was 2:45 and I was like, Welp, time to go home. So I went to collect my friend who works the same hours to go out to our cars. And she goes “whaddya mean lets go? It’s only ten to 3.” I, not wanting to give up the ghost, say, “yeah, it’s 2:48!” and she, speaking as though to a retarded child, “It’s 2:48, we leave at 3:45” I, of course, had already shut down my computer and had packed my bag to go home. Stupid daylight savings time!

The thing is, I have very little to do today, I mean very little. The work for me today was such that it took me ½ an hour. And then nothing. I have something to do tomorrow that may take me a whole hour, but it looks like the same thing again. Not that I mind having little to do. I actually think it makes the days go by faster when you have little to do, because then you can slack off. When you’re busy (well when I’m busy) you get all stressed and it feels like you don’t have enough time to get things done. I don’t like that. I like it when everything is chill and you have 5 hours to get one thing accomplished.

But, having to come back to my cubicle and turn everything back on was more than a little disheartening.